"The Return"
AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)
RATING: PG-13 for later chapters.
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.
TIMELINE: 13 years after POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.
CHAPTER: 12.Hidden Treasure
Elizabeth yawned as she snuggled herself deeper into Will's arms,
underneath the quilt. She had been awake for quite sometime but stayed where she was,
enjoying the rest both of them were receiving. From what she could tell, Will was still
sleeping. He stirred; then turned his back to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth turned also and pushed on his shoulder. He looked up at her and
saw her with a large pouty face as she said, "Why'd you turn?" He rubbed his eyes as he
mumbled, "My arms asleep. You've been on it all night.." Elizabeth laughed as Will
turned back towards her. "Well.I slept rather well last night, considering we still don't
know where are daughter is..." Elizabeth started. Will immediately shot up.
"Damn.what time is it?" Elizabeth glanced at the Grandfather clock
across the room, but Will was already up, gathering his clothes of the chair. "Norrington
said he was going to send his men out at dawn, I've got to go and meet them." Elizabeth
sat up in bed, disappointed Will had to leave. "But, Will..I wanted you to- ". Will cut
her off with a quick peck on the cheek as he opened the door and soon disappeared
through the pane of glass. Elizabeth watched him walk off, and then lowered herself back
into bed, finding sleep once more.
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Charlotte woke up as soon as the sun came in through the curtain. She
rubbed her eyes and sleepily got out of bed. She found a glass of tea awaiting her on the
rickety table that Bill would eat at. She pulled up a chair and munched on a biscuit in
between her sips of tea. Charlotte understood how Bill got lonely, but who would care?
She loved this feeling of aloneness, being free and able to think, say, and do what you
wanted.
She peered up from her food as Bill walked in with a bag on his shoulders.
"Whatz in tha?" Charlotte mumbled with food still in her mouth. "Well, that be the nice
thing about this spit of land. There be pineapples all over. I get em' every morn' for a
bite!" Bill replied as he sat down next to her. He pulled one out of the bag and handed it
to Charlotte.
She stared at it for a while then questioned, "How do you eat the thing?"
Charlotte stared at it as if it fell from the sky. Bill laughed as he answered, "I'll cut it for
you. The outside be very rough lookin', but the flesh inside...nothing sweeter." As he
cut it open and handed Charlotte a piece she asked him, "Will you tell me the story about
the boot like you promised?"
Bill sighed as he said, "Well.I be wanting to tell ye', but there's
something I must say first. When I woke this morning, I noticed that there be boats
ashore this island. Would ye' parents be looking for you by any chance?" Charlotte
nodded sheepishly. "That would be them. I came here last night to try to ditch them, but
things did not go as planned. That is why I am grateful you have let me stay here for as I
long as I have. Your shack is in the heart of the island, but it will not be long before they
have found me."
Bill listened attentively, but Charlotte could tell his mind was on
something else. "Well, will you tell me now?" Bill laughed as he replied, "All right,
young missy. But first, you'll be following me." The two walked out of the shack where
Bill walked to a palm tree. On it was carved the letters C. & B. Not knowing who the "C"
might be, she watched, puzzled, as Bill started taking rather large steps into the thicker
treed area from the tree he was once standing next two.
She could hear him saying to himself, "4.5.6.7." and so on until he
stopped at 27. He stopped here and kneeled on the ground, searching for something. He
apparently found it when he cried, "Yes, here it be!" Standing up again he asked that
Charlotte hand him the shovel that laid against the side of the shack. She handed it to him
as he began to dig a hole on the stop the two were standing. He persisted in this until they
both heard a loud, "THUMP!"
Bill paused his digging and bent down again, sweeping off the top of what
appeared to be a large chest. Charlotte watched in amazement as then took the shovel
again and with a little leverage, pulled up on to their level. He took his foot and pushed
the top off, revealing a chest full of gold pieces. Charlotte bent down as she slowly spread
her fingers across the gold. "Where did you find this?" she whispered as he bent down
next to, watching her face glow with the reflection of the gold.
"Well, that's where my boot comes in." he said as he scratched his brow.
"23 years ago, I sailed under the colors of Captain Jack Sparrow. He be the best Cap'n
ever, like I said. But.his first mate, Barbossa didn't feel tha' same way. On our way to
El Del Muerto, (is that right?), the crew assembled, unknowingly to me, and planned a
mutiny on Jack. Now, mutiny's a thing that can never be forgiven, its tha' worst act of
betrayal and unloyalty a man could receive. So, there they left Jack on an island.all but
with a pistol with a single shot."
"I was furious when I watched it happen, and went straight to Barbossa
who now claimed himself Captain. He dismissed me and said that Jack had given up the
bearings and that he deserved what he got. Well. we continued on for El Del Muerto
and came upon the island. It was ghostly it was, with a thick fog always around. Now,
this be where this chest come in. There be 872 identical gold pieces in here, and each is
cursed. This chest was given to Cortez whose greed was so strong; heathen Gods placed a
curse upon it. So.any man who takes even one piece from the chest, is cursed for
eternity. Among the living even though they are dead."
"Like zombies?" Charlotte questioned, scared at the thought. "Yes.
But.there is a way to counter the curse. Every piece that was taken must be put back in
the chest, along with the blood that must be paid. Well, when we can to El Del Muerto,
there be the chest with all of the gold. Like fools, we took every piece out of greed, thus
the curse began."
"We sailed for Tortugas where we stayed and spent the gold uselessly on
wenches and such. Now, this whole time, I was married. I had a beautiful little boy. A
strong-willed one; a little warrior. My wife Catherine had loved me so much, she didn't
believe when I told her I was a pirate. She continued on with her life, believe me to be a
merchant sailor. I let her think what she did because I loved her so much, I couldn't see
her hurt."
"But when I was cursed, I became greedy. Greedy for money, food, drink,
pleasure.I was so greedy to the point of consorting with prostitutes that did nothing or
little to satisfy me. This only made things worse, making me lust for more. One young
woman I was with told me one day that she was with child. I laughed at her, jesting her
for thinking that she knew I was the father. Then she showed me the babe, a beautiful
girl, with brown eyes that were just like mine, it was like looking at me own eyes. Her
name was Catherine, like my wife."
"Still.being the careless man that I was, I left Tortugas with Barbossa to
pillage more. On our sail of three days seeing no land, I soon began thinking straight.
Why was I still sailing with this man? The man that betrayed his own Captain?
Determined to get what Jack deserved, I confronted Barbossa, and the crew about Jack.
They planned a round robin and outnumbered me, 50-1. Barbossa bound me and beat me
relentlessly for days on end. Finally, when I still stuck to Jack's side, he brought me up
and deck for all to see."
"At this point, he pushed me onto the plank. I was so weak from the
beatings that I could only watch, watch as he strapped a cannon to my bootstrap. I
watched with no emotion as he lit it. He bent his head as he whispered, 'Tell Jack I said
hello.' And that was all I remembered. The next thing I knew, I was here on this
island.washed up on shore. My clothes were torn and charred, same with my boot. All
except for by bootstrap. So, this is where I have been since."
"Now, you're probably wondering why I survived the cannon. Being I was
still cursed I could not die, therefore lived. But, this made living no better for me. I went
crazy on the island, locking myself up in my house for days on end. One day, I lay out on
the beach, watching the clouds roll by. I lay there watching the water in front of me,
feeling that waning feeling I always get hen everything changed. The feeling stopped and
I felt a light trickled down the inside of my palm."
"To pass time, I'd cut little scars into my hand, making designs. No blood
would come, only the scar. I turned my palm over while doing this and watched as the
blood flowed down past my wrist and slowly dripped into the sand. Now, this could have
meant only one thing..the curse was lifted. Of course I was unsure at first, but I ran to a
tree and shook a pineapple, catching it in my bloodied hand. Tearing it open with my
knife, I took the yellow flesh into my hand and placed on my lips. Taking the fruit away,
I licked my lip, tasting that sweet flavor as it attacked my senses."
-
"By now I was sure of what I had thought and stayed on the island,
forgetting all about Jack, Barbossa, and the Black Pearl which weren't a good idea as I
came to find out. About three years later, I left the island for many purposes. The main
was to go in search for my family. I knew that my pirating life was now over and that I
need to start y life anew. I stayed at Tortugas, only to find out that my wife had died and
my boy had come here, but was never seen again. I wept for hours, wishing that I could
have changed things."
Charlotte watched as he stared off beyond her, his eyes brimming with
unshed tears. "I went to leave when I saw a girl sitting on the dock. I went and sat next to
her when I noticed she was crying. 'What's wrong child?' I asked looking at her brown
eyes. 'My Mother's left me..' she said in between little sobs. The girl looked no older
than 14. Her dress was worn and had large stains down the front. Right away I could tell
that it was her, the babe I had only held in my arm for seconds before I left her alone with
her Mother that had to sell herself to stay alive."
"I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me and said, 'Why don't you come
with me then?' She nodded as she took my hand and walked off with me, staring our
new lives together as Father and Daughter. Catherine and I traveled the sea, having the
time of our lives. We'd visit this island numerous times and would sometimes just lay out
in the sand, watching the clouds pass."
"We passed through Tortugas again where we stayed for the night seeking
shelter from a brewing storm. We were at the local pub when he walked in. I was so
shocked that I wasn't sure what to do, but I came to my senses and pulled my cloak over
my head, covering my face. He sat next to me and ordered a drink, taking a look around
the place."
"Who is it?" Charlotte interrupted, eager to know. "I'll get to that in a
second. Anyways, another man came in and sat next to him, and each bent low and were
in deep conversation. Lucky for me, I was able to hear most of it. What I had heard was
this. 'Barbossa, I've asked around here and I heard where he goes. The girl's wit' 'im,
and a man says that they just anchored here tonight.' 'Well, keep a sharp eye out and look
for them both. Remember, we need that girl alive.'
"Barbossa?" Charlotte asked. "Yes!" said Bill. "But that ain't the end of it.
You see, I heard stories that Jack had killed Barbossa after the curse were lifted. Many
were rumors, some tall tales, but each one included the fact that Barbossa died. This got
me to thinking. We didn't know much about the curse except about how to lift it.
So.that very next morning, me and Catherine sailed off, fleeing for our lives, but also
for El Del Muerto. Upon arrival, we entered the cave, finding the chest still there, with all
of the pieces. I studied, looking for clues about the curse. On the side written in Spanish I
found out this.
"If Barbossa truly had died, why was he alive now if this curse had
already been lifted. After translating the transcription, I realized that the only way the
curse is lifted is if the blood if repaid in full. Well, it made sense why each of the coins is
blood stained, but they would have need my blood to lift the curse. I thought about this
and knew that somehow my son must still be alive."
"So, they used your son's blood?" Charlotte asked, somewhat confused.
"That's what I'm presumin'. I also found out this. Once you have been cursed, you are
always cursed. Though the curse is lifted, we saved places in hell where we will surely go
when we die. Being apart of this curse, you are under rule of the devil himself, though it
may not feel like it. That is why Barbossa wants Catherine."
"What?" Charlotte yelled, getting even more confused. "Well.Barbossa
must have gone to hell, am I right?" "Well, if he died, yes, because that's what the
inscription says," Charlotte said. "You're right. Being under the control of Satan, the
curse allows Barbossa to make deals, right?" "Yes," Charlotte said, getting the drift.
"Since Catherine had my cursed blood, she is the only thing that can save Barbossa from
hell, right?"
Charlotte was still confused but nodded. Her head was throbbing and it
felt like she was going to pass out. She knew she was going to ear stories but didn't
realize this was going to be told. Bill noticed her rubbing her head. "I've confused ye',
haven't I?" Charlotte nodded again as he stood up. Come, let us go back inside. I want to
show you something. Charlotte accepted his invitation and walked with him to the door
of the shack. Before he opened the door he said, "I had to hide her because I wasn't sure I
could trust you, but now I know."
"Hide who?" she asked as he pulled the door open. Charlotte gasped at the
sight she saw. The worn rugged was folded up and five or six boards on the floor had
been lifted free. They revealed a dugout where a candle lay, casting shadows on the
walls. Bill furrowed his brow as he said, "What the.." He stopped when the two of them
heard about 15 guns cock behind them. Turning around slowly, Charlotte saw about
20rag tag men surrounding them. The oldest was in front of her, holding a woman in
front of him whom was bound and gagged. Her brown eyes desperately searched Bills.
The man holding asked with a grin and rough voice, "Is this who ye' be looking for,
Bill?"
NOTE: Does everyone understand? I know it is confusing, but I'll try to explain a little
more. If you are REALLY confused, just e-mail me and I'll try to help you out! Thanks!
AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)
RATING: PG-13 for later chapters.
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.
TIMELINE: 13 years after POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.
CHAPTER: 12.Hidden Treasure
Elizabeth yawned as she snuggled herself deeper into Will's arms,
underneath the quilt. She had been awake for quite sometime but stayed where she was,
enjoying the rest both of them were receiving. From what she could tell, Will was still
sleeping. He stirred; then turned his back to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth turned also and pushed on his shoulder. He looked up at her and
saw her with a large pouty face as she said, "Why'd you turn?" He rubbed his eyes as he
mumbled, "My arms asleep. You've been on it all night.." Elizabeth laughed as Will
turned back towards her. "Well.I slept rather well last night, considering we still don't
know where are daughter is..." Elizabeth started. Will immediately shot up.
"Damn.what time is it?" Elizabeth glanced at the Grandfather clock
across the room, but Will was already up, gathering his clothes of the chair. "Norrington
said he was going to send his men out at dawn, I've got to go and meet them." Elizabeth
sat up in bed, disappointed Will had to leave. "But, Will..I wanted you to- ". Will cut
her off with a quick peck on the cheek as he opened the door and soon disappeared
through the pane of glass. Elizabeth watched him walk off, and then lowered herself back
into bed, finding sleep once more.
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Charlotte woke up as soon as the sun came in through the curtain. She
rubbed her eyes and sleepily got out of bed. She found a glass of tea awaiting her on the
rickety table that Bill would eat at. She pulled up a chair and munched on a biscuit in
between her sips of tea. Charlotte understood how Bill got lonely, but who would care?
She loved this feeling of aloneness, being free and able to think, say, and do what you
wanted.
She peered up from her food as Bill walked in with a bag on his shoulders.
"Whatz in tha?" Charlotte mumbled with food still in her mouth. "Well, that be the nice
thing about this spit of land. There be pineapples all over. I get em' every morn' for a
bite!" Bill replied as he sat down next to her. He pulled one out of the bag and handed it
to Charlotte.
She stared at it for a while then questioned, "How do you eat the thing?"
Charlotte stared at it as if it fell from the sky. Bill laughed as he answered, "I'll cut it for
you. The outside be very rough lookin', but the flesh inside...nothing sweeter." As he
cut it open and handed Charlotte a piece she asked him, "Will you tell me the story about
the boot like you promised?"
Bill sighed as he said, "Well.I be wanting to tell ye', but there's
something I must say first. When I woke this morning, I noticed that there be boats
ashore this island. Would ye' parents be looking for you by any chance?" Charlotte
nodded sheepishly. "That would be them. I came here last night to try to ditch them, but
things did not go as planned. That is why I am grateful you have let me stay here for as I
long as I have. Your shack is in the heart of the island, but it will not be long before they
have found me."
Bill listened attentively, but Charlotte could tell his mind was on
something else. "Well, will you tell me now?" Bill laughed as he replied, "All right,
young missy. But first, you'll be following me." The two walked out of the shack where
Bill walked to a palm tree. On it was carved the letters C. & B. Not knowing who the "C"
might be, she watched, puzzled, as Bill started taking rather large steps into the thicker
treed area from the tree he was once standing next two.
She could hear him saying to himself, "4.5.6.7." and so on until he
stopped at 27. He stopped here and kneeled on the ground, searching for something. He
apparently found it when he cried, "Yes, here it be!" Standing up again he asked that
Charlotte hand him the shovel that laid against the side of the shack. She handed it to him
as he began to dig a hole on the stop the two were standing. He persisted in this until they
both heard a loud, "THUMP!"
Bill paused his digging and bent down again, sweeping off the top of what
appeared to be a large chest. Charlotte watched in amazement as then took the shovel
again and with a little leverage, pulled up on to their level. He took his foot and pushed
the top off, revealing a chest full of gold pieces. Charlotte bent down as she slowly spread
her fingers across the gold. "Where did you find this?" she whispered as he bent down
next to, watching her face glow with the reflection of the gold.
"Well, that's where my boot comes in." he said as he scratched his brow.
"23 years ago, I sailed under the colors of Captain Jack Sparrow. He be the best Cap'n
ever, like I said. But.his first mate, Barbossa didn't feel tha' same way. On our way to
El Del Muerto, (is that right?), the crew assembled, unknowingly to me, and planned a
mutiny on Jack. Now, mutiny's a thing that can never be forgiven, its tha' worst act of
betrayal and unloyalty a man could receive. So, there they left Jack on an island.all but
with a pistol with a single shot."
"I was furious when I watched it happen, and went straight to Barbossa
who now claimed himself Captain. He dismissed me and said that Jack had given up the
bearings and that he deserved what he got. Well. we continued on for El Del Muerto
and came upon the island. It was ghostly it was, with a thick fog always around. Now,
this be where this chest come in. There be 872 identical gold pieces in here, and each is
cursed. This chest was given to Cortez whose greed was so strong; heathen Gods placed a
curse upon it. So.any man who takes even one piece from the chest, is cursed for
eternity. Among the living even though they are dead."
"Like zombies?" Charlotte questioned, scared at the thought. "Yes.
But.there is a way to counter the curse. Every piece that was taken must be put back in
the chest, along with the blood that must be paid. Well, when we can to El Del Muerto,
there be the chest with all of the gold. Like fools, we took every piece out of greed, thus
the curse began."
"We sailed for Tortugas where we stayed and spent the gold uselessly on
wenches and such. Now, this whole time, I was married. I had a beautiful little boy. A
strong-willed one; a little warrior. My wife Catherine had loved me so much, she didn't
believe when I told her I was a pirate. She continued on with her life, believe me to be a
merchant sailor. I let her think what she did because I loved her so much, I couldn't see
her hurt."
"But when I was cursed, I became greedy. Greedy for money, food, drink,
pleasure.I was so greedy to the point of consorting with prostitutes that did nothing or
little to satisfy me. This only made things worse, making me lust for more. One young
woman I was with told me one day that she was with child. I laughed at her, jesting her
for thinking that she knew I was the father. Then she showed me the babe, a beautiful
girl, with brown eyes that were just like mine, it was like looking at me own eyes. Her
name was Catherine, like my wife."
"Still.being the careless man that I was, I left Tortugas with Barbossa to
pillage more. On our sail of three days seeing no land, I soon began thinking straight.
Why was I still sailing with this man? The man that betrayed his own Captain?
Determined to get what Jack deserved, I confronted Barbossa, and the crew about Jack.
They planned a round robin and outnumbered me, 50-1. Barbossa bound me and beat me
relentlessly for days on end. Finally, when I still stuck to Jack's side, he brought me up
and deck for all to see."
"At this point, he pushed me onto the plank. I was so weak from the
beatings that I could only watch, watch as he strapped a cannon to my bootstrap. I
watched with no emotion as he lit it. He bent his head as he whispered, 'Tell Jack I said
hello.' And that was all I remembered. The next thing I knew, I was here on this
island.washed up on shore. My clothes were torn and charred, same with my boot. All
except for by bootstrap. So, this is where I have been since."
"Now, you're probably wondering why I survived the cannon. Being I was
still cursed I could not die, therefore lived. But, this made living no better for me. I went
crazy on the island, locking myself up in my house for days on end. One day, I lay out on
the beach, watching the clouds roll by. I lay there watching the water in front of me,
feeling that waning feeling I always get hen everything changed. The feeling stopped and
I felt a light trickled down the inside of my palm."
"To pass time, I'd cut little scars into my hand, making designs. No blood
would come, only the scar. I turned my palm over while doing this and watched as the
blood flowed down past my wrist and slowly dripped into the sand. Now, this could have
meant only one thing..the curse was lifted. Of course I was unsure at first, but I ran to a
tree and shook a pineapple, catching it in my bloodied hand. Tearing it open with my
knife, I took the yellow flesh into my hand and placed on my lips. Taking the fruit away,
I licked my lip, tasting that sweet flavor as it attacked my senses."
-
"By now I was sure of what I had thought and stayed on the island,
forgetting all about Jack, Barbossa, and the Black Pearl which weren't a good idea as I
came to find out. About three years later, I left the island for many purposes. The main
was to go in search for my family. I knew that my pirating life was now over and that I
need to start y life anew. I stayed at Tortugas, only to find out that my wife had died and
my boy had come here, but was never seen again. I wept for hours, wishing that I could
have changed things."
Charlotte watched as he stared off beyond her, his eyes brimming with
unshed tears. "I went to leave when I saw a girl sitting on the dock. I went and sat next to
her when I noticed she was crying. 'What's wrong child?' I asked looking at her brown
eyes. 'My Mother's left me..' she said in between little sobs. The girl looked no older
than 14. Her dress was worn and had large stains down the front. Right away I could tell
that it was her, the babe I had only held in my arm for seconds before I left her alone with
her Mother that had to sell herself to stay alive."
"I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me and said, 'Why don't you come
with me then?' She nodded as she took my hand and walked off with me, staring our
new lives together as Father and Daughter. Catherine and I traveled the sea, having the
time of our lives. We'd visit this island numerous times and would sometimes just lay out
in the sand, watching the clouds pass."
"We passed through Tortugas again where we stayed for the night seeking
shelter from a brewing storm. We were at the local pub when he walked in. I was so
shocked that I wasn't sure what to do, but I came to my senses and pulled my cloak over
my head, covering my face. He sat next to me and ordered a drink, taking a look around
the place."
"Who is it?" Charlotte interrupted, eager to know. "I'll get to that in a
second. Anyways, another man came in and sat next to him, and each bent low and were
in deep conversation. Lucky for me, I was able to hear most of it. What I had heard was
this. 'Barbossa, I've asked around here and I heard where he goes. The girl's wit' 'im,
and a man says that they just anchored here tonight.' 'Well, keep a sharp eye out and look
for them both. Remember, we need that girl alive.'
"Barbossa?" Charlotte asked. "Yes!" said Bill. "But that ain't the end of it.
You see, I heard stories that Jack had killed Barbossa after the curse were lifted. Many
were rumors, some tall tales, but each one included the fact that Barbossa died. This got
me to thinking. We didn't know much about the curse except about how to lift it.
So.that very next morning, me and Catherine sailed off, fleeing for our lives, but also
for El Del Muerto. Upon arrival, we entered the cave, finding the chest still there, with all
of the pieces. I studied, looking for clues about the curse. On the side written in Spanish I
found out this.
"If Barbossa truly had died, why was he alive now if this curse had
already been lifted. After translating the transcription, I realized that the only way the
curse is lifted is if the blood if repaid in full. Well, it made sense why each of the coins is
blood stained, but they would have need my blood to lift the curse. I thought about this
and knew that somehow my son must still be alive."
"So, they used your son's blood?" Charlotte asked, somewhat confused.
"That's what I'm presumin'. I also found out this. Once you have been cursed, you are
always cursed. Though the curse is lifted, we saved places in hell where we will surely go
when we die. Being apart of this curse, you are under rule of the devil himself, though it
may not feel like it. That is why Barbossa wants Catherine."
"What?" Charlotte yelled, getting even more confused. "Well.Barbossa
must have gone to hell, am I right?" "Well, if he died, yes, because that's what the
inscription says," Charlotte said. "You're right. Being under the control of Satan, the
curse allows Barbossa to make deals, right?" "Yes," Charlotte said, getting the drift.
"Since Catherine had my cursed blood, she is the only thing that can save Barbossa from
hell, right?"
Charlotte was still confused but nodded. Her head was throbbing and it
felt like she was going to pass out. She knew she was going to ear stories but didn't
realize this was going to be told. Bill noticed her rubbing her head. "I've confused ye',
haven't I?" Charlotte nodded again as he stood up. Come, let us go back inside. I want to
show you something. Charlotte accepted his invitation and walked with him to the door
of the shack. Before he opened the door he said, "I had to hide her because I wasn't sure I
could trust you, but now I know."
"Hide who?" she asked as he pulled the door open. Charlotte gasped at the
sight she saw. The worn rugged was folded up and five or six boards on the floor had
been lifted free. They revealed a dugout where a candle lay, casting shadows on the
walls. Bill furrowed his brow as he said, "What the.." He stopped when the two of them
heard about 15 guns cock behind them. Turning around slowly, Charlotte saw about
20rag tag men surrounding them. The oldest was in front of her, holding a woman in
front of him whom was bound and gagged. Her brown eyes desperately searched Bills.
The man holding asked with a grin and rough voice, "Is this who ye' be looking for,
Bill?"
NOTE: Does everyone understand? I know it is confusing, but I'll try to explain a little
more. If you are REALLY confused, just e-mail me and I'll try to help you out! Thanks!
